More and more I am reminded how this is the outskirts, if you will, to puberty.  I see the delicate balance of talking and listening, and the art of hearing what’s not being said. It helps that they can sniff out any injustice and hypocrisy in me a mile away. I’m holding on with both hands knowing so soon i will have to let go.

jmu

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